Our little game

Blow

A/N: Song suggestion: Sweet connection- Jessica Ricca

*This chapter is kinda seggsual, (no smut yet) so...you have been warned :0*

Dream's POV:

"That's bad that's very very fucking bad-" I muttered. "Yeah...um, what do we do?" George asked and got off my lap. "Call him back," he picked up my phone and called Sapnap, but he didn't pick up. "Call Karl, quick," he obliged and let it ring, and thankfully, Karl answered. "Hey man, aren't you on a call with Sapnap?" He asked. "Give the phone to Nick!" George said quickly. "What, why, just ca- Nick? What's wrong?" Karl asked. I assumed Nick had walked in. "NICK!? Come on man!" I grabbed the phone from George. "Dude! No, I didn't answer my phone for a fucking reason. You lied! No one with a fucking brain lies about something like that! I should have never forgiven you the day at the beach," then he hung up. 

"Oh my god," I groaned into my hands. I'm not sure why he's so mad about this, I mean, sure, we lied but it isn't something that bad to lie about. He never even wanted George and me to end up together in the first place. "Hey, it's okay, he has to come home at some point, plus aren't we filming our new Youtube video tomorrow?" George reassured me. "You're right, but, the last time he sounded that angry was a really bad fight, before we even met you," I sighed and looked up at George, who was staring down at me with a sympathetic look on his face. "I am right. Just let him have his space and we'll talk to him when he gets home next week," 

I nodded then scooped him up and carried him into our bedroom. He laughed and grabbed onto my shirt, holding on for his life. "Relax," I whispered, then laid him onto our bed and towered over his body, immediately pressing our lips together in a quick and sloppy kiss. "Mm, Dream..." he pulled away for a second like he had something to say, but kissed me right after. His hands moved around to my neck, pulling me closer to him while he tried to keep up with the speed of the kiss. I trailed away from his mouth, sucking and kissing down his jaw and neck, eventually getting to his color bone and shoulders. "Dream," he said again, the name getting lost in his mouth. "Clay!" I pulled away immediately and looked down at him. "Yeah?" I managed to get out, my body froze in shock. It kind of turned me on a little.

"Slow down a little," he muttered while panting. "O-Oh! RIght, sorry! Fuck," I replied immediately. I moved away from him and sat down on the edge of the bed. George frowned and grabbed my wrist, then pulled me back down. "I never said stop," he said with a smirk and kissed me. It was slower, and this time he took control, setting the pace to his liking. It was slow, and hot, which went straight down to my crotch. I groaned a little, the irritation in my pants now starting to bother me. 

I bit his bottom lip and dragged it down across my teeth, then immediately stuck my tongue in his mouth. His lips parted widely and let me in completely, deepening the kiss and letting me explore every part of his mouth. He was starting to drool a bit, but for some reason, that was kind of hot. His hands tightened around my shoulder and I swear I heard him moan. I pulled away and pressed him down onto his back, then slipped his shirt off and immediately went back to kissing him. 

I've never, in my entire life, had such a hot makeout session. Everything about it heated my body and sent chills down my spine. My stomach turned and I was in desperate need to be touched, but I put that aside for now and let my mind focus in on the moment. I pushed my hips down onto his hips and watched as his breath hitched and his eyes immediately shut tight. "Move...please," he told me and bucked his hips. "What?" I asked and kissed his jaw, even though I heard him perfectly fine the first time, I wanted to see him turn red again. "M-move, your hips," he said slightly louder. "Hmm?" I pushed it further because his struggling like this was extremely arousing. "Pleasure me! Please! For fucks sake!" I chuckled a little. 

"Watch your tone with me, Georgie," I kissed him passionately, this time moving at a quicker pace. I turned us around while still kissing him, and placed him on my hips, then moved his dick against mine. He got the hint right away and placed his hands on my shoulders and looked down at our hips to grind against me in a fast motion. After a few amazing, hazy minutes, he sped up and shot his head back while biting his tongue. "P-Please, I'm begging you, let me have this release. I n-need it so bad," I laughed. "Since you asked so nicely," I smirked and pressed my hands on his hips to move him faster by myself. "Holy-" he muttered but bit down on my shoulder to keep it in. "Hey," I stopped immediately. "We're home alone George. Let out your noises," he nodded and looked into my eyes while biting his lip. His body flinched and he started shaking his hand to signal something. "Fuck, shit! Dream!" He moaned louder than I've ever heard him moan, but I've not really heard him moan much, so that's not really comparing it to anything, but it was still hot. I slowed down a bit while he came down from his high. "You okay?" I asked. "Amazing." He said in a breathy voice. 

After a few moments he looked over at my crotch, "here, I'll help," I paused but decided that would be nice. "Okay," I pulled my dick out and watched as he crawled over and grabbed it with his hands. He was gentle but knew exactly how to make me feel good. I didn't know how on earth he did, but he picked up on small things, like when I could only get off by grinding against him, or what small things make me hard. "Ready?" He asked, I laughed softly and nodded, but immediately stopped laughing when his tongue grazed the side of my dick. He stuck most of it in his mouth and used his hands for the rest of it that he couldn't fit. 

His head bobbed up and down and he looked unreasonably hot. His mouth parted as he sucked me off, and his hair was shaggy and sweaty. Plus his cheeks were red from arousal, and his shirt was still off, his hickeys started to show up more prominently. 

His lips tightened and he moved his tongue against the tip, causing my body to tighten. I clenched the bedsheets so hard that my hands started shaking. 

After a while of being in this sexually frustrated state, I started craving a release more and more as it got closer. I could feel myself nearing the climax, but it never seemed to come. George must have noticed because he glanced up at then moaned on my dick, sending vibrations up the side of it and onto the tip. I hated my body sometimes. George seemed to finish so easily. I knew he would have to be at this for a while to get me to actually finish. Or so I thought. 

He shifted his position a little, and placed his hands on my thighs, then grabbed my hand and played with my fingers while he moved faster and sucked. I absolutely adored this habit of his, I'm not sure where it came from but whenever he was bored, or focused, or doing anything he would start messing with my hands. I grabbed his hand tightly and out of nowhere my climax hit. I bit onto the back of my hand immediately as he pulled away. Then, I accidentally came all over his face, which I got up in a panic about. "Oh my fuck, I'm sorry," he started laughing and smiled up at me. "I've got to admit, it took a lot longer for you to finish than I'm used to," I looked at him, absolutely stunned. "Where the hell did you even learn to blow like that!?" He laughed and grabbed the shirt I had just taken off him a little bit ago, and wiped his face. "Here," I grabbed the shirt and helped him clean himself up.

"I don't know, but I feel bad. I probably wasn't performing like usual because it took you so long..." he frowned and my jaw drop. "Babe! I can't remember the last time I actually finished from a blow job, even by like long term partners," he turned red. "Really!? Were they just shitty blowers?" He asked. "I don't think so...I mean we would be at it for an annoying amount of time, I'd end up just letting her stop," he laughed and kissed my knee, which was still propped up. "Well, I'm glad I could provide," I nodded hazily. "You have been lying to me when you said you didn't have any hidden talents," I told him and got up to shower. "What did you want me to say, 'hey, as your dear best friend I think I must let you know how absolutely amazing I am at blow jobs, because you totally know I'm a homo,'" I laughed. "Well- you have a point, but still!" I laughed and kissed his forehead then picked him up and brought him into the bathroom so we can shower.

A/N: Oh god. I'm not the best at smut, but whatever, I try my best dude.